The amber droplet hung from the branch, reaching fullness and ready to drop.

It
waited. While many of the other droplets were satisfied to form as big as they
could and release, this droplet had other plans. It wanted to be part of history.
It wanted to be remembered long after all the other droplets had dissolved into
history. So it waited for the perfect specimen to fly by to trap and capture that
it hoped would eventually be discovered hundreds of years in the future.
It was a scrape that he hardly noticed. Sure, there was a bit of blood but it was
minor compared to most of the other cuts and bruises he acquired on his adventures.
There was no way he could know that the rock that produced the cut had alien
genetic material on it that was now racing through his bloodstream. He felt
perfectly normal and continued his adventure with no knowledge of what was about to
happen to him.
I'm meant to be writing at this moment. What I mean is, I'm meant to be writing
something else at this moment. The document I'm meant to be writing is, of course,
open in another program on my computer and is patiently awaiting my attention. Yet
here I am plonking down senseless sentiments in this paragraph because it's easier
to do than to work on anything particularly meaningful. I am grateful for the
distraction.
He walked down the steps from the train station in a bit of a hurry knowing the
secrets in the briefcase must be secured as quickly as possible. Bounding down the
steps, he heard something behind him and quickly turned in a panic. There was
nobody there but a pair of old worn-out shoes were placed neatly on the steps he
had just come down. Had he past them without seeing them? It didn't seem possible.
He was about to turn and be on his way when a deep chill filled his body.
It probably seemed trivial to most people, but it mattered to Tracey. She wasn't
sure why it mattered so much to her, but she understood deep within her being that
it mattered to her. So for the 365th day in a row, Tracey sat down to eat pancakes
for breakfast.
The song came from the bathroom belting over the sound of the shower's running
water. It was the same way each day began since he could remember. It listened
intently and concluded that the singing today was as terrible as it had ever been.
Patrick didn't want to go. The fact that she was insisting they must go made him
want to go even less. He had no desire to make small talk with strangers he would
never again see just to be polite. But she insisted that Patrick go, and she would
soon find out that this would be the biggest mistake she could make in their
relationship.
If you can imagine a furry humanoid seven feet tall, with the face of an
intelligent gorilla and the braincase of a man, you'll have a rough idea of what
they looked like -- except for their teeth. The canines would have fitted better in
the face of a tiger, and showed at the corners of their wide, thin-lipped mouths,
giving them an expression of ferocity.
They needed to find a place to eat. The kids were beginning to get grumpy in the
back seat and if they didn't find them food soon, it was just a matter of time
before they were faced with a complete meltdown. Even knowing this, the solution
wasn't easy. Everyone in the car had a different opinion on where the best place to
eat would be with nobody agreeing with the suggestions of the others. It seemed to
be an impossible no-win situation where not everyone would be happy no matter where
they decided to eat which in itself would lead to a meltdown. Yet a decision needed
to be made and it needed to be made quickly.
The chair sat in the corner where it had been for over 25 years. The only
difference was there was someone actually sitting in it. How long had it been since
someone had done that? Ten years or more he imagined. Yet there was no denying the
presence in the chair now.